She snarls, the moment her wrist is caught reacting not to yank free like one might expect but using the closed distance between them to make a grab for his neck or shoulder. She intends to leverage the position to get a kick in and dislodge him, but it isn't necessary. He lets her go.

Ciri jumps back, tightening her grip on her knife.

This time, she waits a moment without attacking again. She can't understand what he's doing, and that only makes her more wary.

"No," she bites back. No hesitation at all, no moment to even think. All of this uncertainty only makes her want to put a stop to it sooner rather than later. She isn't falling for its tricks.

"Why would I know something like you?"